The summer of 2017 found me longing to escape, to find an oasis of relaxed anticipation, the likes of which I hadn't felt in so long. Restless to be thrust into some kind of exotic, faraway affair of lost weekends and tropical vacations, I was adrift in daydreams and adolescent fantasies, visualizing my vacation bungalow tucked away under a canopy of foliage, several steps to the sand. There was a place long ago, oh, when I was 6 or 7, that held all the magical qualities that now kept my thoughts captive, a place where I really knew who I was, deep down, like only a child can. I thought about the breeze that blew off the lake, filling the screened-in porch with the wild scents of blue gill and seaweed; and how, on the sills, the potted aloe and cactus played co-conspirators in my late-summer adventure.
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48"x24"x2" Plywood panel-painting. Acrylics, graphite, colored pencil, crayon, house paint, spray paint, sign-painter's paint, window screen, beer carton, urethane, roofing felt, plastic. Features cut-wood relief elements, pin-striping, and hand-cut stenciled details. Panel is cradled. Unframed. Signed and dated.